Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His white hair is thinning but still full. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Everard isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Everard alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His chestnut hair is cut short. His eyes are amber.

Personality: Drogo hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful, Ugly. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Black opal (500 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His red hair is still thick. He has green eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is golden and curly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Alchemist’s fire. 2 Antitoxin. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, marred by beers. His hair is chestnut and very short. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. Pink pearl (80 gp).